I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead, this blood in my heart is really not so easy to use, I feel that all the strength of my body is drained at once, in order not to let Yingzheng see something and then nag crookedly, I hurriedly sat down with a stone slab.

"Ying Zheng, I'm going to listen to the story, do you think we need to prepare some wine?"

Ying Zheng looked at me with a puzzled expression, I smiled, took out vodka and put it on the slate. I took a sip and handed it to Ying Zheng, who shook his head.

"When is this still the mood for a drink?"

I opened my mouth and sighed at Yingzheng.

"I didn't drink it, I just set the mood for listening to the story for a while."

It's rare that Ying Zheng also smiled, and we stole this moment to enjoy it quietly. This period of time is very tiring, I have experienced life and death with Nezha, and I was overwhelmed by the black flowers, and I also met the resentment of Throwing the Mountain and almost took this old life, feeling physically and mentally exhausted. And at this moment, I just want to be quiet for a while.

"Who the hell are you?"

The voice of the eldest sister broke the quiet atmosphere, and I looked at her with a smile and said:

"I'm here to save you."

"Hahaha, help me? It's a shame that you can't even protect yourself and still want to save me. Besides, I don't need you to save me. ”

The eldest sister's tone was all disdainful, but I wasn't angry either.

"Eldest sister, you said that poor people must have something to hate, and I think hateful people must also have something to hate, so I am sitting here waiting for you to wake up."

The eldest sister buried her head.

, I continued to slowly seduc:

"Now, tell us your story, the wine is ready for you."

"There will be pity for those who hate them."

The eldest sister repeated this sentence to me, and only after a moment did she raise her head and laugh. She said:

"That was a long, long time ago, but for me, I can't get over it for as long as I can't get by."

I handed the wine to the eldest sister, maybe every storyteller really needs to drink it, otherwise it will be too strong and it will be easy to get drunk.

The eldest sister took the wine and took a big sip before continuing:

"My son was the head of the village at the foot of this mountain, and at that time the mountain was not like this, but a flat piece of land, and there was a sinkhole under the flat, and there was no bottom. But now that it's been landfilled with corpses, and it's become this towering mountain, can you imagine how many corpses there were? ”

The eldest sister's eyes began to wander as she spoke, as if she was recalling the past that she couldn't forget and didn't want to remember. But there are some things that we have to face, no matter how reluctant you may be. I didn't speak, I knew that since the eldest sister had spoken, she would definitely finish, and I just had to be patient. She looked at me, I nodded, and in my understanding, she continued:

"There was a famine in the village that year, and many people died of starvation. My son offered to sacrifice the old to save the young, but the other young people did not agree, who would bear to kill the parents who gave birth to him? After a while, more people died, and the whole village became more and more lifeless. Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, we old bones will discuss and solve it by ourselves without telling young people, and we don't want to drag down our children. That night, I went to bed early and wanted to leave when everyone was asleep. But my little brute, he came in and called me a few times, and I pretended to be asleep, and he took a brick and struck me on the head. I looked at him with wide eyes of horror, he was like a devil, and no matter how much I struggled, he wouldn't let go until I finally fainted. He carried me up the hill and threw me into the hole, and the pain of falling to the ground woke me up, but I knew I didn't have long to live, and I gently touched my blurred face and sunken head. The next day I learned that God had woken me up to see the final massacre. When the morning sun falls into the cave, it is not the dawn of dawn, but the proclamation of death. The old people who were thrown in the cave one after another were all seriously injured because of the fall from a height, and everyone died soon. They told me that it was the village chief who said that he had dreamed that the mountain god wanted the old man to serve them, so he would save them from the village. The hope of life exposes the weakness of human nature, and everyone treats their parents cruelly, and they have long lost the appearance of reluctance at the beginning. When we starve to death, starve to death, and die of pain, the entrance of the cave is extremely thick with a thick layer of black gas, and our souls can't get out, and there is no return. Since then, there have been elderly people who have been thrown away and the hole has been filled. ”

The eldest sister paused at this point, and she took another sip of wine, which was numbing her nerves and making her less upset.

Later, this abandonment has become a custom, but this custom has caused one soul after another to return. These souls are accumulating more and more black qi, and the souls here, each one is a murderer, and each one is also a victim. If everyone else is a murderer, then my son, the former village chief, he is the culprit. When I tore apart my son's soul with my own hands, I killed this culprit, and he showed relief and relief in the moment before he died, and I realized that this culprit was both a murderer and a savior. After all these years, I hate, I love, I feel like I don't know myself anymore. ”

I went over to the eldest sister, and though I knew how feeble it was to comfort such a thing at such a time, I persuaded her:

"That's all in the past, and it's up to you to let others go."

The eldest sister shook her head fiercely and said:

"I can't get by, the souls here are accumulating more and more, and the resentment is accumulating more and more, how can I get by?"

I held her hand:

"As long as you cooperate with me, I can help you reduce the resentment here and help the soul here reincarnate."

The eldest sister shook my hand excitedly, and even her tone became respectful, as if she saw the God of salvation, the dawn of the true dawn.

"You can really help them, if you can really help everyone, I am willing to be loyal to you forever for the cattle and horses."

"I don't need you to be like this, I just need a tear from you, it's a pity that you haven't shed a single tear after you finished the story, maybe your tears have already flowed."

The eldest sister was puzzled when she heard my words, and lowered her head in shame.

"Tears? I've really finished my tears a long time ago, and I'm afraid I won't be able to help you. ”

"It's okay, I can get it, but I need to get this tear before I can save you. I think your tears must have flowed on the night when your son threw them into the hole, and I need you to tell me the exact time so I can find them. ”

My words gave hope to the eldest sister again, and she looked up, but quickly lowered her head again.

"It's been a long, long time, I've forgotten."

I smiled and said:

"It's okay, I'll accompany you to find a way, there will always be a way, as long as you have hope, hope will come."